Enjoy that organic body leaking some organic blood, Tarn. He backs up another pace, word still clenched tight in his hand. His eyes focused on that stunner. That is the real danger here; if Tarn drops him, Miles will wake up in the hands of Cetaganda. If he even wakes up at all.

"How about I never inflict your presence on Sonia again. Even in words," he says, a flash of real anger in his expression. "And you can go back whatever the hell this is supposed to be." He nods his head down at the dead body. "I still say you'd get along with the Barrayarans just fine. Just not her."